Boo!

by StangStar06

Desc: Sex Story: He discovered his wife was cheating on him during Halloween

Fall in Michigan is a beautiful thing. The changing colors of the leaves, is one of Nature's best and most artistic sights. The air has a wonderful crispness to it. The sunlight is nearly as bright as the summer but has more of an orange tint to it than the bright yellow, glare of the spring and summer months.

The people are also affected, some revel in the fall as being far more romantic. It's the perfect time to step up the romance in preparation for the intimacy of the cold winter months. Others take on a sort of desperation as if they need to hurry up and meet someone, or have all the fun they can squeeze in before winter's snows dampen any romantic hopes until next spring.

The kids however love it because fall brings a return to school and their friends, and activities. It also brings new romances, and memories. The holidays of the fall provide lots of opportunities for squeezing gifts out of their hardworking parents, as well as parties and festivities.

One of my favorite fall holidays has always, been Halloween. Nothing beats seeing your kids dressed up in a cheesy costume, walking the streets begging for candy. With the smaller kids like mine, it's especially great because they're still getting used to the concept of having to go out among things that appear to be really scary, and at the same time get candy from anyone whose door they go up to and ask for it.

My daughter Chelsea's Halloween experiences ranged from looking in the mirror and scaring the shit out of herself, to the point that I had to pick her up and hold her; to brazenly walking up to the neighbor's doors and saying "You have to give me candy."

I'm Clifford (Cliff) Appling and Halloween "was," my favorite Holiday. As it approaches this year I've added a third child to my brood (she's already 8 and is now my oldest) and I love her just as much as the other two. I also traded in my wife for a sexier model with all of the upgrades. You guys know what I'm talking about. Basically I moved from the economy model to the GT. She's the same body style and size but with bigger tits, a bigger rounder ass, and a lot more horsepower. She's a few years older but a lot more dependable.

A lot of you are questioning my good fortune, but I must confess that I paid for those upgrades with pain and suffering. But you'll be happy to know that I dealt some as well, and I'd like to think that I gave a lot more than I got. But in the end, I'll let you decide.

What started me thinking about all of this shit again a year later was the phone call I got a couple of days ago. My bitch of an ex wife called me, because she'd heard through the grapevine that we were going to abandon our Halloween tradition, and just throw a kiddy Halloween party for the kids and their friends at the local Jeepers. No walking up and down the streets for hours, no sorting their bags of candy to make sure it was safe, no worrying about one of the kids being snatched by some sick-o.

Plus, as I told her, no one wanted to revisit all of that shit from last time anyway; so it was time to start a new tradition. Of course as I said this I hung up the phone and called her a Bitch, after the ringer was down.

No more than 6 seconds later, my secretary buzzed back in and told me that Stephanie was on the phone again.

"Cliff, do you think that I could come to the party?" she asked.

"What with struggling just to make a living, I've had to do more overtime, and I've missed a couple of my court approved visits," she said.

"Halloween is not one of the holidays you asked for, Stephanie," I told her. Even after all of this time it was still difficult for me to talk to her.

"I'll trade you Thanksgiving, if you let me come," she said.

I thought about it, the idea did have merit, because the thought of not having the kids for Thanksgiving had been bothering me. The kids really should be with Tracy and me for Turkey day, I decided.

"Give it to me in writing, and have your signature witnessed by the Court approved monitor and you've got a deal," I said

"Thank you, Cliff," she said gushing.

"Oh, Cliff honey, there's just one more thing," she said quietly.

"What?" I asked coldly.

"Do you think that there's the possibility that you and I could talk about, how long you're going to punish me?" she asked.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I snapped.

"Well, are you done fucking my best friend," she asked, "Is your revenge against me over?"

"Do you think we can talk about repairing our family, and getting things back the way they were?" She asked.

"I miss you so much," she said to the dial tone, since I'd already hung up.

"That bitch is on drugs," I thought as I sat back in my chair and reflected on the events that brought us to our current situation.

One year ago at this time my wife Stephanie and I were buying Halloween costumes for our kids in preparation for our usual Halloween activities.

Our family included Stephanie, myself, our 2 rug-rats Bobby and Chelsea, and our next door neighbors and best friends Fred Lamont and his beautiful wife Tracy, plus their then, 7 year old daughter Amber.

Usually I'd take the kids Trick or Treating, and we'd alternate houses to give out candy. If we gave out the candy then Fred and Tracy would host our after Trick or Treating get together or vise versa.

Last year we were hosting the Party, so Tracy was supposed to pass out the candy. Fred's Halloween tradition was to stage some kind of elaborate prank to scare the older kids in the neighborhood, and laugh at them. It was his way of getting back at the kids for all of the things they did during the year. So if the paper boy let Fred's newspaper get wet too many times, Fred would say "I'll get that little bastard back at Halloween, you watch."

Lately Fred's pranks were getting out of hand and even Tracy had asked him to give it up. Unfortunately, last year's prank hadn't been against the kids, so Tracy more or less got her wish.

Fred and Tracy were almost our direct opposites but we got along great anyway. I'm 5'9" 170 and toned from daily runs and regular gym visits.

Fred at 50 is 6'2" and paunchy, he's 13 years older than me and balding, but a greater man was never made, or so I thought. Fred was always ready for a joke, or to comment on any woman who crossed our path. I never really saw it, but Fred had a problem when it came to women.

I still don't understand why, his wife Tracy is beautiful, she's built in that way that lets you know God is fucking with you. She was about the same height as my Stephanie about 5'4', but where Stephanie was slender and had a nearly flat chest (I'd always told her it didn't matter to me) Tracy was also slender but had been blessed or cursed with a set of tits that while not comically large would not have been out of place on a much larger woman. Where Stephanie had the boyish hips you'd expect on a slender girl, Tracy had an incredible bubble butt. All we ever heard from Tracy was how much she admired Stephanie's body because her clothes would hang on her better and she could find things in her size anywhere. She was always going on about how Stephanie could be a fashion model, with her slim body and eat anything she wanted. On several occasions she'd even envied Stephanie's future, because as she put it when we're older Stephanie will still look good naked; my fat ass will have cellulite all over it, like cottage cheese and my boobs will be at my knees.

Tracy was also one of the sweetest people I know so I'm not sure she said those things because she meant them, or because she just wanted to reassure Stephanie. When you're built like Tracy, is it's sometimes hard to keep other women as friends because they know their men are going to look at you and compare.

I remember several times in the summer if we went to Home Depot, Tracy could cause a near riot in shorts and a T-shirt.

Anyway in the interest of justice, I had my own scheme planned for this Halloween. My plan was going to be to follow Fred around and sabotage his prank. I had been tracking Fred and trying to find out what he was going to do. He hadn't bought any stuff from our local Joke shop, or according to Tracy he hadn't ordered anything online. I didn't find out until later why Tracy would be monitoring Fred's credit card use so heavily, but as I said there were a lot of things I didn't know about my buddy.

Finally with only 2 days left, I turned criminal. I got one of my students from the high-school I taught at, to loan me a slightly illegal piece of tech. A frequency analyzer, the kind they use to clone cell phone signals. Once I captured Fred's cell phone signal and logged it in, I could listen in on his cell phone calls and get the evidence I needed.

Fred had a lot of habits that if I'd just paid closer attention to would have tipped me off sooner, but apparently he and Tracy were pretty tight lipped about their issues.

I saw Fred go out to his garage, and there he pulled out his phone. I jumped down into my basement and listened in. Strangely enough the phone in my house was ringing too.

"Hello," I heard a woman's voice say. The voice was very familiar, but I couldn't believe it.